When Xiaomeng puts on that hooded human pup full-body latex suit, she completely gives herself over. With no vision, only the mouth and nose holes remain for breathing. The only thing left to face is a series of escalating breath control props.

First to appear is a breathplay hood with a large dead space. It seems to provide ample room for breathing, but its large volume makes every breath a struggle, as if she is rebreathing her own stale air. After a brief period of adjustment, the challenge immediately switches to a breathplay hood with a small dead space. Although it also has a small breathing hole, the confined space means every hurried breath carries the risk of blockage, a swift misstep into distress.

Next, the breathplay hoods are replaced by a gas mask. The mask is connected to an Ambu bag, and breathing is no longer an instinct but is entirely dependent on someone squeezing the bag. Then, a bubbler bottle is attached, and the air inside the mask feels like it’s being drawn away by an unseen force, making every inhalation incredibly difficult. After enduring these trials, she is again put back into the large dead-space breathplay hood. This is no longer an introductory challenge, but a severe test of her will after her body has been pushed to exhaustion.

Ultimately, all struggles become futile. A silicone swim cap is pulled tightly over Xiaomeng’s face. This simple yet powerful prop completely erases her last bit of breathing room. This journey from prop to prop, from suffocation to suffocation, finally pushes her to the limits of helplessness.

Please enjoy this deep journey of control and submission, of breathing and despair.